Umm, once again i’m a bit at a loss. Why does Charon want me to tie her up? And fuck her with the strapon? I’m tempted to ask, maybe she’ll change her mind and who knows when i have the next chance to fuck my Mistress, hihihi.
When she’s properly tied, blindfolded and gagged i take my time just looking at her, the white flesh of her thighs, the red and pink of her parted lips, glistening with juice. Then i put on the dildo and walk up and down a couple of times, to experience the sensation of having a penis. Well, i don’t think it’s the same thing as a real penis, but still about as close as i will ever get. My eyes fall on the closet and i think of the paddle. Hmmm. But spanking her bottom is out of the question, she hasn’t told me to and i wouldn’t like hurting her anyway.
Then i kneel before her, gently caressing her pussy and her clit, kissing her thighs. I’ll have her scream into her gag, i want her to cum and cum and cum again. Once i notice that she’s gone all slack and limp and want to remove her gag, but she regains consciousness and when i ask her if everything is alright she nods her head.
The fucking part is not very exiting, i find it to be rather mechanical. The power that i feel penetrating and owning her pussy is quite nice, though. But i still prefer to lick her or please her with my fingers, and do so for a long time. It’s much more intimate than using the strapon. When i finally think it is enough now and i withdraw and kneel before her again i am a little bit tempted to ram the strapon into her back door and get a sweet revenge for her abusing my butt.
But no, i don’t want to hurt her, or upset her. So i remove the gag, let her lick the dildo and untie her. She seems to be pleased with me. We hold and hug each other and drift into sleep.

When i awake, it’s 7 pm. So we spent all afternoon in bed. Charon is still asleep. I get up and realize that i’m hungry, and i guess so is Mistress when she finally awakes. I check the fridge and the cupboards, but she obviously isn’t cooking a lot. I find some spaghetti and canned tomatoes, enough for a dinner.
When i’m almost done she’s standing in the kitchen door in a dressing gown, smiling dreamily at me. Only then am i aware that i’m wearing nothing but the awful pink thigh highs. I’ve been lost in thought and memories of a wonderful Sunday afternoon and completely forgot to dress.
„I thought you’ll be hungry, Mistress.“
„Yes, I am, but we could have ordered something.“
„But i like to cook, especially for you. Please sit down, it’s ready in a minute.“
When all is fixed and she is seated i serve her a plate of spaghetti and a glass of wine. On the way back to the kitchen to get my own plate i remember something i read on one of those BDSM-forums, about a girl who kneels beside her Master while he eats. Would Charon like that? Is that extreme? Or just appropriate?
I have no idea, but i know that i would like to do it, so i return and kneel beside her.
„Enjoy your meal, Mistress.“
She pats my head, grabs my hair and gently kisses me on the mouth.
„That’s so sweet, Zoe. But get up now and go get your plate, you must be starving too. There will be many more times when you will have to kneel before me.“
After dinner we watch a movie in the tv. She sits on the sofa, her feet propped up on a footstool. I lie curled up beside her, my head in her lap.
I think i have never felt so good in my life, so cared for, so relaxed and secure. My heart races, my pussy is burning and my mind is completely dazed. I realize that i love her.
"I love you, Charon."